One pole, one paddle, one boat, one fisherman and one hook.
A clap, a shout and a smile, one person monopolizes a river of spring water.
Fisherman's ci Li Yu
Waves mean thousands of miles of snow, peaches and plums are silent.
A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world?
Don Hu Lingneng's children are fishing.
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Li He is fishing.
Autumn waters catch red canals, immortals and other plain books.
Diamond silk is entangled in cocoons, and rice is stung by Pisces.
Oblique bamboo hangs down to clear the marsh, and its long fiber is full of blue deficiency.
The bait hangs the spring lizard and hooks the little toad.
Zhan Ziqing is infinite, and Longyang hates it.
In order to see the pu on the cigarette, Chu woman shed tears.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Shang Wei stumbled upon Bai Juyi.
White-headed people used to catch this kind of unfinished fish.
If you don't fish for one person, you will win King Wen at seventy.
Fishing rod articles in Shenquan period
Asahi gathers red smoke and hangs a pole to go to Lvchuan.
People suspect that sitting in the sky, fish hanging in the mirror.
Fisherman Cen Can
Eat on the beach in the morning and stay in the reeds at dusk.
The song was even repeated, holding a bamboo pole.
Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Gui du Luo Huang shui fu ran
Feng Pu Rao Fang *, there are fishing boats in Canglang.
Who knows the singer, this meaning is long.
Du Diao Han Yu
Hou Jialin wins, and occasionally enters the pole.
A crooked tree is walking on the vine, and a yellow plate is scattered on the ground.
A heavy feather knows how to eat and drive, but it is difficult to have children.
Speaking of praising children, elm bumps come from the saddle.
Lin Dongting Meng Haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Du Diao Qing Xi Bai
I propose a toast to Jiang Zushi alone.
Thousands of stones have grown since the beginning of heaven and earth.
Raise a glass and laugh at the sky.
I look forward to sitting on this platform and fishing in Yanling.
The message is that people in the mountains can be in tune with you.
Jiangcun is Sikong Shu.
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.
Even if the wind blows at night and the boat is blown away by the wind, it just stops on the shallow shore of the reed catkin beach.
Du fu in jiangcun
The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.
Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water.
The old lady draws paper for chess, and the young son knocks needles for hooks.
Fisherman Gao Shi
The winding shore has deep pools and mountains, and my eyes can't move.
The world wanted to know his name, so it was silent for a long time.
To fisherman Du Mu.
Reed flowers are deep and quiet, and the evening smoke is spring.
I said I was alone in the cold water, and no one ever woke up.
Fisherman Liu Zongyuan
The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood.
At sunrise, it vanished and disappeared. Alas, it's a green landscape.
Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.
Traveling in the suburbs in autumn
Shan Yu is dripping with duck's head water, and the clouds are thin and scaly.
There's nothing funny. The feather fan is on a fishing boat.
Look at the scenery of the northern water town and write a quatrain on the earth.
The gull in the west wind is light, and the fishing boat is a sunset bridge.
Begging for painting is a book, and Suolin mangrove is a boat with autumn colors.
Interpretation of Longmen Mountain Earth House as Lv Mengzheng
When entering the beach, the wind is rushing and the waves are flying, and the fishing rod catches the stone.
It is natural to say goodbye to the bait, and this heart will wait for the fish to come back after all.
Fu liangbai
Sing a song to kill thorns and Tianjin, and come to the West Eighty Fish Weibin.
I would rather be ashamed of my white hair, take water as light, and be strong and thoughtful when I meet the times.
Wide Zhang 3,600 fishing, dark in the wind and close to the father.
The Great Sage Tiger became stupid and unpredictable, and it was quite ordinary in those days.
It is difficult to go to Li Bai.
The sake value of Jinzun is 1000, and that of Yupan is 10000.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, there are many roads, where is Ann now?
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Fisherman Yu
Infinite Xiang Lian dyed potato clothes, Ruanlang where to get the boat back.
It's better to be ashamed than a couple.
Fisherman Cui Daorong
Fishing for river fish without fishing for names, Waou pours wine at dusk.
Drunk, but laughing at the unprovoked guest star.
Fisherman Zheng Gu
The monk's house is wet with tea and smoke, and the secret song building is light with wine.
When the river came to Kanhua in the evening, the fisherman came back with a clean coat.
Fisherman Sun Chengzong
Oh, my hands are still frozen, the boat is cold and fuzzy in the snow.
Painters don't know the hardships of fishermen, so they like to fish in the cold river.
Qufu of Fishing Poems (3)
Yugezizhang
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Huanxi Susha East Slope
Egrets fly in front of mount cisse, and the sails outside yanghuazhou are tiny.
Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer. Ever since I put on my green bamboo hat,
With the green hemp fiber everywhere, there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
Huan Xi Sha Huang Ting Jian
The bride's head is troubled, and her daughter Pukou is affectionate;
The startled fish mistakenly sank the moon into an infinite object in front of the green bamboo hat.
There is a break under the green grass, and the oblique wind and drizzle turn to fertilizer.
Jiuquanzi Yi Yuhang Pan Lang
I miss the West Lake for a long time. I lean against the railing and look upstairs every day.
Fishing in twos and threes, the island is crisp in autumn.
The flute was in the reed flowers, and Bai Niao suddenly started up after a trip;
Don't come fishing, Shui Han.
Something good happened. Zhu Dunru fishermen's words.
Shake your head and sit red, and it is even more inappropriate to wake up;
The word is green and used to wearing frost and snow.
The evening breeze comes, the fishing line is idle, and the new moon is up and down;
Thousands of days are mixed into one color, look at the lonely blue-green flash.
Queqiao wonderland tour
Lanterns are beaten vertically, while carved saddles are shot,
Who remembers the heroic behavior of that year! The drunkards won the championship one after another,
Be a fisherman by the river alone. The canoe is eight feet high,
Three low-hanging fans occupy the misty rain in Pingzhou.
Jinghu originally belongs to idle people. Why should the government give it?
The fisherman's ci song Chang Geng
The evening breeze was born in Dongting Lake, and it touched Huzhou overnight.
The sheep runs fast, but its clothes are light. It only grasps the bass, not the name.
Fisherman Zhang Ci He Zhi
Fishermen fish in Yunxi Bay, and the stern is the home of the West and the East.
It snows on the river, and there is a breeze on the river. I'm not tired of dressing with a smile.
Fisherman's ci
Overnight, a spring breeze and a boat, a cocoon and a light hook.
Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
Daoqing Zheng Banqiao
The old fisherman leaned against the cliff with a fishing rod.
Beside the inlet, there is no connection between ships.
Sha Ou is lit, and it's far away, and it's a little cold in the daytime.
Sing a sunset song at night.
In an instant, the waves shook the golden shadow, and Mo looked up at Dongshan on the moon.
Zhao Xi Shouyang District Fishing Village Ma Zhiyuan
Ring the bell and flash the twilight.
Green Di Yang sang several times,
Hang some idle drying nets in Chai Men,
It's all on the fishing map
Shouyang District Xiaoxiang Night Rain Ma Zhiyuan
The fishing lamp is dim, and the guest dreams back.
One heartbreak after another.
Wan Li, home of a lonely boat,
It is the tears of the people's market.
Yuan Pufan of Shouyang District belongs to Ma Zhiyuan.
At sunset, wine is idle,
Two Minlang elegies never landed.
It's getting late at the cabin,
The fish seller broke up at the broken bridge.
Shouyang District Shan Shi Qing Lan Ma Zhiyuan
On the outskirts of Huacun, west of Caodian,
Xiao Xia, Yu Ming and Tian Ji.
Surrounded by mountains, in a residual photo.
The wind in Jinping adds green.
Zui Dongfeng fisherman baipu
Huang Lu Anping Ferry, Green Di Yang Red Polygonum Three Beach.
Although there is no neck-and-neck communication, some people forget their machine friends.
Order Qiu Jiang Egret Sha Ou.
People who despise da are illiterate.
Qian Dian Huanci Suan Zhai Yun Zhang Kejiu
Diaoyutai, ten years without wild gulls guessing.
White clouds come and go in the green hills, enjoying the wine.
I owe it to Yizhou to help the world and make Liu Ruan abstain from drinking.
Pay off Du Li's poetry debt.
Sour Zhai laughs at me, and I laugh at Sour Zhai.
The most peaceful lamp in Wolong Mountain, Zhang Kejiu
Yellow lower case, white bamboo newly cut.
A leisure fu was written in autumn, and I went to the ancient platform of Yue King.
For a long time, the rainbow rain dispersed and several fishing nets were dried in the sunset.
Wild flowers are in full bloom in the lonely country wine market. Go and sing.
Putian Leqiu Zhang Huai Kejiu
Who is this hard work for?
West wind post horse, moon book lamp.
Such a trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and the red leaves are bitter and cold all over Wujiang River.
Becoming famous for that word, time is in a hurry, and white hair is frequently added in the mirror.
The fisherman, eager for the water in Ying Ji, will laugh at my vagrancy.
Zen master Cang Ya retired from Zhang Kejiu.
The willows are full of fragrance, and the treetops are bright green in the sunset.
Fishing alum with shallow sand culvert outside bamboo. Be willing to forget.
Half castle peak and half water.
Parrot Zhang Song Yang Hao
The farmer lives near Nautilus Island and is an illiterate fisherman.
The waves leave the boat and sleep in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
When I came to sleep, my eyes were full of spring mountains and I went home full of energy.
I used to complain and even arranged for me.
Chaotian district Zhang
Liu Di, Zhuxi and Sunshine Screen are golden delicacies.
Go fishing for alum and watch the European heron race.
I don't know if the farmer is a fisherman, and he is greedy for work.
For this kind of scenery, sitting without wine is also intoxicating.
Retired from Zhang in Chaotian District.
Hang the crown, abandon the official, steal Li Anyun stack.
There are two beautiful houses in the lake and mountains, hidden by the bank of weeping poplar.
White clouds are everywhere, but the east wind blows away, but it covers half the mountain.
Fishing beach, general marshal Han altar,
Which one has no worries?
The fall and victory of the wild goose contributed greatly to Zhang.
Don't learn from Qilitan in Yan Ziling or Panxi Bank in Jiang Taigong.
Don't learn how to beg for the sword lake, don't learn from Liu Zihou to swim the South Stream.
My family has three water rooms and thousands of bamboo poles.
The puppet shed next door is noisy, looking at the top of Kunlun Mountain.
In peace, there is no worries; Looking around, the world in the pot is very wide.
Zhaerling Jiang Shang Chadeqing
Smoke boats are idle. The rain is dry. The fisherman was drunk when he woke up on the river last night.
Birds are singing and the water is gurgling. Music is like Fuchun Mountain.
Some soft oars in the river bend. Sweet bait catches a cold.
Go back to gluttony rabbits. Put down the fishing rod when you are frustrated.
Look at that. Flowing down the Polygonum flower beach.
Qing Dynasty of Double Tune Yuequ Nostalgia Tea
Who is the hero? A farmer,
A fisherman. In Nanyang, living in the East China Sea,
Success in one fell swoop. Eight arrays are named Wolong,
In flying bear, Tamia Liu's achievements in calligraphy are hollow.
Endless resentment. Leng Yun in Shu Road and autumn wind in Wei River.